#Arthurs becoming more monstrous in a way. getting worse. while John is trying to do good. Trying to be better to help people

[twomystdunstans]

something about John becoming more "human" or "softer", gaining more compassion and humanity while Arthur becomes more bitter and cold, trying to "keep them safe" and immediately seeing the bad in people. not giving someone a chance and doing anything he can for answers.

something about when John said "we may very well end up switching places"

[josiah-trelawny]

Could you write low-honor Arthur tying up John to a chair and edging him? 😩

Morston (Arthur Morgan/John Marston) + John Getting Edged

(gc: cirillasfiona) oh i sure as hell can!! but uh i didnt write arthur as low honor cause i think i got the same point across by him being p damn dominant

even though john’s the one to propose the idea in the first place, he’s still pretty nervous. in all fairness, being tied up to a chair and being unable to move isn’t exactly a comforting thought

at least arthur ties him to a rather fancy chair, with ornate legs and is fully cushioned. arthur claims that it’s because john deserves at least some comfort (and doesn’t need splinters up his ass but that isnt very gentlemanly so shh)

after making sure the knots are secured, arthur drops to his knees and licks a long stripe along the bottom of john’s cock. a high-pitched noise comes through john’s sealed lips, his cock twitching with pleasure

arthur’s been with john long enough to know exactly how to make a mess of him. he’ll suck harder when his mouth’s only on the head of john’s cock, glide his lips over the vein on the bottom of it, and bob his head at impossible speeds

on top of that, it’s no secret that arthur has blowjob lips

soon enough, john’s incredibly close to his orgasm. he doesn’t say anything, as he knows it’ll only make things worse, but arthur knows anyway

he can tell by the way john’s body suddenly tenses, how john’s hands grip the arms of the chair harder, how his moans become more and more desperate

arthur pulls away, the shit-eating grin on his face paired with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “you wanna cum, do ya’?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer

“i don’t need to cum.”

“you’ve already given yourself away. you said ‘need.’ of course you don’t need to, but i know you want to. c’mon, john, hang in there a while longer.”

arthur starts to jerk off john instead, whose entire body jolts. his moans aren’t necessarily any louder, but they’re more whinelike and more needy

he barely notices himself doing it, but not much later, he’s begging arthur to let him cum. the pressure building up in his lower stomach and cock is so strong that it hurts

it hurts in such a way that john’s trying with all of his effort to squirm away. his hips hardly jerk upwards, making john let out a sort of whimper in defeat

arthur’s still moving his hand over john’s length when he says, “just hold on a little longer, i know ya’ can. you’re doin’ real good, so don’t ruin it now...”

he keeps on edging john for a few minutes more, as if he waited any longer, john probably would’ve started screaming at him

“alright, i s’pose you can cum now,” arthur finally says, leaning in once again to close his mouth over john’s cock

the sounds coming from john as he cums can’t be described as anything else but monstrous. he’s shivering with the release, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as his head hangs forward

arthur’s lips and some of his face are splattered with cum, as well as john’s own stomach. arthur pats john’s thighs before getting up, and he praises, “you were real good for me, john. now lemme go get this off of my face, then i’ll untie you.”

as he walks away, a quiet “good boy” is mumbled under his breath